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Are we not flesh?
with scars of the heart?
Needing are we
to confess our
darkness?
As it is foretold
Darkness was upon
the deep
Ether, and 
Thought became Word then Sound
Then came light.

Are we embraced
by Seen and unseen
Forces?
That if we speak
As God spoke to
Darkness and it
Fled at the coming of Light
Mustn't we fight for what is right
In God's Sight?

Who gave Evil Heights?
Is it not mankind that
was given the character
of Divine 9 Elements,
And do we not have
"A Charge to Keep"?.

Who is man that he allows
woe, calamity, disparities,
And Poverty of Soul.
Are heart and Mind
Black Holes?
Or are we even Whole?

What gives rise to Principalities
That mountains can not be moved?
Are we not The Change we Seek daily?
Is life an oxymoron?
The Paradox of Pandora's
Curious Fall
Even Angels sobbing
can't seem to restore
Man's Plight at all.

From where do we come
That demons demonstrate
The comedy of our given state?

Unpaved are the paths
We tread as we thread
Deception with Religious
Misconception.
A fight or flight
Frenzy as our Eye's
Conception lead to misdirection.
Moving backwards at the speed
Of Darkness an encroachment
On True Divine Destiny.

A dark force approaches
Outlined by the System
Of Spiritual Wickedness,
And Care presses a bit
As we surrender our
Assured Authority.

Flooded are the Pearly gates
With Prayers and Petitions.
Leaving Man Questioning
Why?
And Who Supplies
Our Supplications?
The confession rooms
Are overbooked,
 Royal Priesthood's are
Overlooked.

What is our Divine Bloodline
If lifelines are cut short?
Are we left to fend for ourselves or
Is Survival of Fit even Spiritually
Legitimacy for our lack of intimacy?

Who do men say they are before Heaven's Throne?
The Audacity of A Faith
Without Authenticity.
Faith Requires Response
to Prophetic Sacrifice.
Blood on our Hands
If Man can not take
The Righteous Stance
Against an Enemy
An Enigma to Our Fate.

Are flesh and scars
So great that man
Lower the moral bars?
Has dialogue of faiths
sank us thus far?
Do we run in philosophical
Circles to prove a point?

Are we not Great in Grace
And scared to Embrace
The Glory of God's Face
when we meet Him in each other face to face?
Cling to Love its the only Devout Power to devour our drunken state of man's corrupt power.

Love is, Love is, Love is,
The Power
That will free us
From our Tower.

©2016 Kevin Guru
Selah Amen...,
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